Our days are short upon this orb
A millisecond in time
A grain of sand, a mote of dust
Waste not, would be a crime!

Seconds to minutes, minutes to hours
Diminish rapid influential powers
Seed to fruit and fruit consume
Cloak not all your hours in gloom

For what is life if not to share
To comfort, love and say i care
Would be a troubling thought to know
These things from out my life must go.

Each has a gift to spend on earth
The power of kindness, of hope, of mirth
To touch each heart that it meets on the orb
And make itself known for its innate worth

We are all just specks in the cosmos
Insignificant on our own
But seen for our worth and reaching out to all
We need never be all alone

KISS 1/27/98

Truth... Nay Honor

the cause i champion
yet champ against the bit
for without truth 
where does honor fit?

each day we choose 
to be that who we are
yet toss words like destiny, fate
nay chance... in the air

destiny is where i point myself
its choice is mine 
accepting fate is to refuse to choose
chance like walking blind

truth is bald and righteous,
humble and sublime:
honor sustains us 
in troubled time

KISS 1/30/98

the moon is high

and cold, and lonely
for sun shines full in daylight only
the moon stares still and cold and blue
reflecting me and hiding you

in shadows reek a sour perfume
that haunts my soul with hellish gloom
and tugs my heart and spoils my dreams
from which i wake in nightmare screams

awaken i to rustling sounds
slithering, creeping, writhing ground
the fear immortal seizes me
my heart begins to pound

i pray the night will soon time end
and hide my head and cry
for stop this nightmare 'fore i wake
or i will surely die

light tiptoes cross my shoulders 
as i lay weary on the  ground
it caresses all that moulders
day approaches...i am found

though the night might well be over
it is lost upon me now
for the cold hard stare of the moon up there
my demise endow

sherry 1/31/98

Watching Me

the stars looked back at me:
disgust,
     tears,
          contempt,
all in their eyes...
and i knew it.

sherry 1979

I reached out

I teached out to touch the man, but his 
reflection scattered like a reflection shattered 
in a cracked mirror.

revolving round and round
the image spinning faster
Was all I could do to keep my head on my 
shoulders, my pain in myself.

Peering again, behind cheating fingers, I looked 
again... 
now robbed even of the memory as i watched the 
contorted features stare at me, mocking my 
sensitivity.

I felt tears stream along my face, coursing in 
black rivers past my nose and mouth, falling on 
my breasts:

the black drops reddened in hue and the stream 
became a river, the ebb and tide peaking till a 
cool, still blackness

bleakness

cradled me as i lay dying of a broken heart.

sherry 1979

The Soul

what is the soul?

a barren retreat
a mythical place
a link between spheres
through the eyes in your face

a place to fall into
get lost if u will
a place to retreat to
a place that is real

the soul total consciousness
holds all the keys
to the bits and the pieces 
making up me'

sherry 2/24/98